Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.